"There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the disapproval burns crimson bright, And there the bunslave rests from his plight To cool in the peppermint wind."
Almost all of that is by Shel Silverstein, "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974), I just disapproved it up a little. The full poem is just lovely:
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
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"NOOOOOh!
Take me HOOOOhME!
NOWOWOWOW!!!"
Buny will not forget this.
Be afraid.
What a tiny Buny on a leash. How cute.
I'm not going for a walk with Buny!
"There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the disapproval burns crimson bright,
And there the bunslave rests from his plight
To cool in the peppermint wind."
That bunneh looks like srs business!
*is ascared*
Buny: "WELCOME.... to the dark side~ step right this way..."
Me: Okiedokie!!! I'd follow that wee ball of darkness anywhere!
janet2buns; once again, you've outdone yourself! LOVE that!
Almost all of that is by Shel Silverstein, "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974), I just disapproved it up a little. The full poem is just lovely:
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
The Prime of Miss Jean Buny:
"Well, where you lead I cannot follow."
where you lead (buny) I will follow.
Any any where that you tell me to.
If you need, need me to stay with you I will follow...hey, hey, hey,...
I believe this is the perfect illustration for the word "baleful".
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